I was bornattached and blown to the dust of Africaa fragile plant rooting in the soils of Kilimanjaroblossomingtorn awaythrown back to slopes of jagged Alps, rough Sierras, splashing watersreplantedflourishing with neighbours of new colours, new smells, new habits,new sounds, new communicationand againa new lifehot land, open land, harsh land, soft land, small land,cold land, white land, covered uncovered landreinventingresettlingcolourfulfull of colourpainting